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Angsty established Johnlock here! But I'll make up for it with with some fluff soon!
This one's short, but I hope you enjoy anyway :)
Chapter 9 - Tired
"No," John sighed, rubbing his eyes. He was on the phone to Sherlock, because the younger man was away on a case, and John was stuck at the clinic. Sherlock called between patients, and, somehow, they managed to get into a fight.
Another fight.
And John was so very tired.
"No," John said again, "it's not the same, Sherlock. You can't keep doing this! You can't be all lovely and nice to me one day, then block me out the next- I don't care if you have a case or not!"
Sherlock stayed silent as John continued.
"I get it," John mumbled into the phone, "I do. It's who you are, you can't help be interested when a good murder is involved, but you have to realise that I'm your partner, in more ways than one, and you have to understand that I'm in on this too. I know being in a relationship isn't really your expertise, but I'm here, and I'll be as kind and loving and supportive as possible. Please, just don't be like this. Don't pretend you don't know what this is doing to me."
"John," Sherlock said quietly, his voice crackling through the phone, "trust me, you wouldn't understand. It's not that I don't care, it's that I can't! I'm a high-functioning sociopath, to go from that, to having a best friend and flatmate, to having a romantic partner..." Sherlock sighed.
"Fine, then," John huffed, "if it's too much, maybe this wasn't a good idea. If you don't think you can actually try make whetever the hell this is work, then I really don't see the point in bothering. I've got to go, I've got a patient. Bye, Sherlock."
John hung up, sighing again and groaning into his hands.
He didn't have a patient.
And he was just so very tired.
Told you, short and angsty!
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